He was about to press the end call button when Su Hua's voice rang out.
"If someone is calling for Ah Xuan, aren’t you going to answer?" Su Hua raised an eyebrow teasingly.
Lin Xuan replied, "There’s no need. Hua Bao, let’s continue."
"Ah Xuan, are you really not going to pick up? What if it’s something important? You might miss out."
"Or is it some woman calling, so you don’t want to answer?"
Lin Xuan: "..."
Hua Bao was pulling this trick again.
But he had to admit—it worked.
He strongly suspected she was doing this on purpose. She probably knew it wasn’t a woman calling, yet she deliberately provoked him into answering.
As for why she wanted him to pick up… Lin Xuan recalled the previous times she had answered calls while beside him.
"Haa—"
He exhaled deeply.
He needed to brace himself.
Lin Xuan pressed the answer button.
Su Hua’s eyes sparkled with amusement, a sly glint flashing in them.
Lin Xuan noticed her expression.
!!!
Just as he expected—Hua Bao was up to mischief again.
Lin Xuan tried his best to steady his breathing.
"What is it? Make it quick," Lin Xuan said.
Wang Ba answered, "Mr. Lin, I’ve booked return tickets for you and your girlfriend. The flight is at 8 tonight."
"Got it. I’m not sure if I’ll be going back tonight. Hold onto the tickets for now," Lin Xuan managed to say with difficulty.
Damn it!
Hua Bao was going to be the death of him.
If he were alone at the Golden Dragon Gang’s hideout, he’d definitely return tonight.
But with Hua Bao here, and given her current mood, she wasn’t about to let him off so easily.
He strongly suspected she wanted to keep him in bed for days.
"If there’s nothing else, hang up. Don’t call unless it’s urgent," Lin Xuan said.
This was unbearable.
"Understood," Wang Ba replied.
Just as he was about to end the call, a muffled groan came through the phone.
Wang Ba frowned in concern. "Mr. Lin, are you alright?"
Worried that Su Hua might be nearby, he avoided addressing Lin Xuan as "Boss."
Even though Ms. Su already knew their leader’s identity as the head of the Golden Dragon Gang, it was still necessary to keep up appearances in front of him—lest the boss think he’d carelessly revealed the secret.
Lin Xuan struggled to control his breathing.
"I’m fine. Just bumped my foot against the table leg. It hurts a little, but nothing serious," he replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, another stifled moan escaped his lips.
"Mr. Lin, you—"
Before Wang Ba could finish, Lin Xuan cut in, "Still fine. Just hit the table leg again."
"I’m hanging up now. I’ll reach out if I need anything."
Lin Xuan ended the call and let out a heavy sigh.
Finally, it was over.
Su Hua’s lips glistened as she lay atop Lin Xuan, her slender fingers tracing the contours of his face.
Her delicate brows arched slightly.
"So, how did Ah Xuan feel just now?"
Lin Xuan’s gaze wavered. "It was… alright."
Even though this wasn’t the first time Hua Bao had teased him while he was on a call, the thrill never faded.
The mix of tension, fear, and excitement was intoxicating.
"As long as Ah Xuan enjoyed it," Su Hua smirked.
"Now that the call’s over, shall we continue?"
"Hua Bao, wait." Lin Xuan’s strong arms wrapped around her slender waist.
"What’s wrong?" Su Hua raised an eyebrow.
Lin Xuan replied, "Hua Bao, I’ve booked tickets. Should we go back tonight?"
"No rush." Su Hua smiled.
This punishment had only just begun—she wasn’t about to let Ah Xuan return so soon.
"Are you in a hurry to go back?" she asked.
Lin Xuan frowned.
If he said yes, Hua Bao would surely ask why.
He couldn’t exactly admit it was to save his kidneys.
Not only would that wound his pride, but she might even take it as a challenge and double her efforts to arouse him.
If he claimed it was urgent business, what if she checked and found out he was lying?
She’d be furious—and the only way to appease her would be to offer himself up, which would only wreck him further.
With no other options, Lin Xuan shook his head. "I was just worried your company might need you. Going back sooner might be better."
Su Hua saw right through him.
Her eyes gleamed with amusement. "No need to worry. The company doesn’t need me right now—I’m free for the next few days to spend with Ah Xuan."
If the overworked executives at Su Corporation heard this, they’d be fuming.
Mountains of paperwork were piling up—how was that "not busy"?
Ms. Su, search your conscience—are you really not busy?
Really?
"Ah Xuan, are you free these next few days?" Su Hua asked.
Lin Xuan forced a nod. "I’m free."
Did he have a choice?
He had a sinking feeling about where this was going.
Sure enough, Su Hua’s lips curled. "Then these next few days belong to me."
"You don’t have any objections, do you?"
"None."
Lin Xuan shook his head.
Even if he did, he wouldn’t dare say so!
"Ah Xuan is so well-behaved."
Su Hua pressed a light kiss to his cheek. "A reward for you."
Then her lips found his again, her expression dreamy as she closed her eyes.
——Pure Boundary Line——
Downstairs in the lobby.
Wang Ba checked his watch and frowned.
What was going on?
It was already 8 PM, and the boss and Ms. Su still hadn’t come down for dinner.
"Did anyone remind the boss and his girlfriend about dinner?" he asked.
"We did," a Golden Dragon Gang member replied. "The boss’s girlfriend told us to leave the food outside the door."
Wang Ba’s frown deepened.
Leave it outside? Why not bring it in?
"Just do as she says," he instructed.
"Yes, sir."
The gang member went to prepare the meal.
"This is strange," Wang Ba muttered to himself.
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